I sat in the hospital's outpatient hall, at the spot I once favored the most.

I watched as Barry was escorted away by uniformed personnel.

He suddenly turned his head, catching my gaze.

I looked at him with cold indifference.

His lips moved, but he said nothing as he was led away, his head lowered.

Ignoring the heated discussions around me, I got up and left.

After all, I had orchestrated this myself, and the outcome was exactly as I had anticipated.

During my previous hospitalization, I had overheard a nurse mention that Serena had only minor injuries and didn't actually need the plasma; she had insisted on it, and...